As a child, I had always seen things in black and white, which is pretty much the case for most of us. We either liked a person or we didn't. A dish would either be delicious or insipid. But my world changed forever when the simple white beam split into a spectrum of gazillion colors! Bewildered? I'll explain.

In the juvenile age, you were either an astronaut, a pilot, a rock star, a dancer, or an actor at a time. But right now you could be a perplexed engineer-in-the-making with a taste for music, a writer's instincts, and passion for dancing. All of this at once is intimidating, isn't it?

What I mean is when dimensions slowly start adding to your binary world, when we learn to see the same things through different perspectives, it feels like a kaleidoscope-a new world each time you flip it! A reckless addict could have a heart-wrenching story to tell or a seemingly harmless teetotaler could have stumbled on a dark track, it's difficult to fathom.

Ironically we live the most colorful days of our lives in the monochrome, binary state of mind! As adulthood unfolds it's unseen cards, our brittle world of faith and beliefs is blown off. The time we realize the only way to survive is to unlearn what we learned; and then starts our struggle to settle on one side of the scale. Times when picking a color to paint the room becomes an impossible decision to make but you exactly know what university do you want to go to. Times when we don't know whether to judge a friend for his habits or love him for all the good times. It seems like a tug of war between our emotions and ego (yeah the so-called "self-respect"), the fear of exposing our vulnerable selves.No definite solution to these dilemmas right?

Nevertheless, we all keep going, managing to steal our little 'shots of awe', appeasing the tempest risen within. This is because deep inside we know this is just a phase- in between the blacks and whites of the zebra crossroad that leads to the paradise of our dreams.